Curtis Jacobson is an agent for the ‘Order’, an organization that was created by Great Sages to uphold the modern-day peace of society. But what happens when a noble house of vampires is connected to a crime of reported case of sudden disappearances of young women? Join Curtis as he uncovers the secrets of a noble house of vampires and the secret that the ‘Order’ tries to seal within himself.



Author here! I also have another pen name of 'Jules Dawn' and this my second story.

Thank you for taking the time to read!

"You asked for it, shorty!" Lucky Riot didn't mince words any further. His body shot forward mysteriously, the qi shadow surrounding his lower half made seem as if he were a serpent. 

Surfing Killer Moccasin Step!

"Qi manifestation! It's really qi manifestation!" Sir Wale was stunned into speechlessness. He suddenly realized he had been worried about the health of the wrong student.

Before anyone but the instructor realized it, Lucky already covered the 10-meter gap separating himself and Curtis Liverpool, so rapidly that the latter failed to react in time. Once Lucky was within one meter of his opponent, he suddenly leaped forward and spun his body 360 degrees while throwing out a series of meteor-like punches! A dozen sky blue fist shadows assaulted the opponent before bursting into thunderous booms.

To Curtis Liverpool, each and every punch was like a thousand-pound boulder hurtling toward his face, chest, and kidneys at 110 miles per hour!

"Taste my new technique, Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves!" 

Lucky Riot's fist shadows landed on Curtis' body 15 times in rapid succession, making his body repeatedly buckle like a lifeless training dummy. The impact of each punch felt as if the boulder-like weight was suddenly exploding into a molten rock as it hit him, causing even more damage! What Curtis didn't know was that this was the subtle effect of primal qi. If Lucky were to manifest his volatile primal essence qi outside of his body, then this effect would be far more damaging. 

Just from holding back, Lucky had even suffered minor injuries to his fist and arm, even some of his blood vessels ruptured. However, he kept punching in spite of the pain. To his shock, his injured wrist started healing almost immediately.

This was Lucky's first time testing out this new technique. He had adapted this technique after surpassing the Great Perfection level of the first style of the Water God Fist Arts. Once one surpassed the Great Perfection level, they reached the Original level! At the Original level, you made the skill your own and walked down a new path of mastery.

The Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves was exactly an Original Skill.

When the 16th punch landed square in Curtis Liverpool's gut, he immediate coughed out blood, before slumping to his knees. Curtis' eyes were stained with disbelief and unwillingness. He hadn't even made a move, yet he felt like he was on the verge of death! If he knew Kasino was so strong, so fast, then he definitely would not have let him attack first. Perhaps, he wouldn't dare to fight this savage at all!

Barf!

Curtis couldn't hold in his pain, and his dinner from the previous night painted the platform in filth. Lucky sneered indifferently and then walked calmly towards the dumbstruck junior instructor Sir Wale. 

"{:-O!" Sir Wale's mouth hung open in an 'O' shape. He was awe and assumed a stunning posture as if he was frozen by the shock of the results.

"Whew~! Lucky, go, go! Yeah! Beat him, beat him!"

"Ho. Ly. SHIT!"

"What the hell just happened?"

"Is this the strength of the record-breaker? Tough."

"That bastard hurt my Curtis! Curtis baby, are you okay?!"

...…

There were different reactions around the grounds. Below the platform, a young man who possessed a rather majestic air around himself had a strange glint in his eyes after watching this fight. This young man was the size of an average adult male, right under six feet tall, with long brown dreads that hung to his mid-back, and emotionless eyes. Lucky couldn't help but briefly match the gaze of this young man. He felt inwardly astounded once his Perceptive Force State's psyche touched the young man because as soon as it happened, the young man frowned. Lucky quickly retracted his psyche and gave the young man an apologetic nod. The young man seemed appeased, as his face once again became devoid of emotion. 

Of course, Lucky Riot only made this gesture because he knew who this young man was. He was the only previous classmate whom Lucky admired from the bottom of his heart! This was the young phenom of the Sinatra clan, Caine Sinatra! 

Many students misunderstood this interaction.

"So he was friends with the Sonata Slayer? No wonder, no wonder. Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. They're both so strong and ruthless."

"Caine actually interacted with someone?! I'm stunned." 

"Should be the other who interacts with him, right? Anyway, don't force it, he's not that hot. He's just at the seventh level with us juniors."

Meanwhile, even the other half of the class had noticed the commotion. Across the field, even the senior instructor, a scholarly looking middle-aged man wearing glasses and regal attire, had a sharp light flash in his eyes as he observed secretly from a distance. 

'The boy is so similar to you in looks that it's scary… However, as his mother said, he is far more… rambunctious indeed,' thought senior instructor Phenomenal Maze. 'How do we tame this mad young man, ah…'

Kenneth Royale was also across the field since he had reached the eighth level of the Hardbody Stage already. He gnashed his teeth, watching Lucky, and swore to slay this annoyance at the first opportunity.

Violet Mercy had stopped her exercise halfway through due to her shock and irritation. Did Kasino just… move so swiftly that even she could barely keep up with his movements? And then he decimated that Curtis Liverpool, whom Violet remembered had once tried to court her. Curtis got defeated in less than 20 punches, less than two full breaths of time. She didn't even believe that she could beat Curtis Liverpool so swiftly. This was genuinely maddening for Violet. 

How could this possibly be her ex-fiancé?

If he possessed such strength, such potential, then wouldn't that mean… that her family, the teachers, her new boyfriend, everyone who persuaded her to abandon him were wrong about him?

That she… was wrong about him?

"No… it can't be true… right?" Violet Mercy thought to herself, as she stared in disbelief at the scene on the platform. "No… no… no… why now, why would it be now…"

Less than a week ago, Violet Mercy had crossed a line she thought she was safe to cross. Now she felt so confused.

"Is that him?" came a deep voice from behind her. Violet was startled back to reality and spun around anxiously.

"Jimmy, you don't need too…" Violet grabbed Jim's arm, and reflexively tried to dissuade her boyfriend before he reacted too aggressively. That passionate, if not violent, side of him is what she found attractive in the first place. Violet didn't know if this attracted her because it reminded her of a more assertive Lucky… or if she only liked Lucky because he was like a more reserved version of Jimmy.

Jim Mercury was tall, muscular, and had the physique matching a pro wrestler. He had sharp eyes that were light blue in color and curly brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. His skin was pale, but his face was somewhat angular. He stood at close to eight feet tall and approached the expert level of strength. Jim Mercury's fire arts were solid, and he was already a Silver Rank 1-Star Magus.

Thanks to the body strengthening tablets and mystic freedom tablets that Jimmy had provided her when trying to win her affection, Violet herself was Bronze Rank 1-Star Magus, who was close to reaching the next sub-rank. With Jimmy's help, she felt like she would complete her second arcane circle in no time and ascend to the next sub-rank. This would make her family back in Acadia's Kairo City immensely proud of her! 

Violet finally felt like she found a man she could depend on… it was a feeling she didn't realize she was missing until she had it.

She always secretly resented Lucky for being too weak to protect her… and having nothing to offer outside of friendship.

The difference in security, mixed with the pressures from her family made Violet Mercy chose to commit to Jimmy. She thought it would make her family happy that she had chosen someone stronger than Lucky, with a strong family background that could likely intimidate the other's family. After all, Jimmy's family had taken over an entire city, even the Twelve Judgement Stars couldn't stop them! Of course, she didn't want any trouble to befall Lucky or his family. 

However, how could she marry the immortal trash or cockroach or whatever they were calling him back then? Where would she put her face once their engagement went totally public?

How could the renowned number one angel of Thoth Academy, give her life to the number one wretch?! She had developed these thoughts after spending years in the same class with the Lucky Riot, who never managed to progress. While she was worshipped continuously and adored as a living breathing angel of great talent and bearing. Only recently had others started to consider Margot Frenzy more beautiful than herself, and before today Violet assumed this was because she had already entered the Advanced Academy. The masses weren't able to see her any longer, as Jimmy didn't like the way men ogled her.

In short, Violet Mercury had long since grown arrogant. Of course, seeing Margot Frenzy today made her realize that this girl was indeed becoming more beautiful.

Violet had long since lost faith in Lucky after endless persuasion from her family… she even felt disdain for him. On the outside, she treated him and Capital the same as always. In reality, Violet only bided her time in her heart. After all, they really were her childhood friends. After making it to the Advanced Academy as a Prefect, the other students and even the teachers had told her to let them go. That her life was destined to reach heights that such characters could never imagine. She was taught the secrets of the world and made an oath to never betray that knowledge! At first, she remained loyal to her fiancé and best friend. However, after meeting Jimmy, she slowly changed her stance. Jimmy doted on her, and his aggressive and persistent approach successfully seduced her.

The day they crossed the line was the day Violet gave Jimmy everything.

That day destined Violet to never be friends with Lucky again, much less marry him. How could she talk with him like before when she had already given her all to another man? Forget the idea of marrying him.

From what Violet knew, Lucky would definitely never accept this.

Before today, this mattered to her less and less.

However, Violet's heart currently faced anguish and turmoil.

"Don't bother," Jim Mercury removed Violet's arm from his own in a rough manner, as he spoke to her with disdain, "To think that you still covet this trash. How embarrassing."

"Jimmy, it's nothing, okay?" Violet said in a low voice, less the senior instructor catch them, "I was just surprised, that's it. I'm yours, baby, all yours."

"Hmph," snorted Jim. He was clearly dissatisfied, as a mystic wave of heat begin to emanate from his body, "If he so much as looks at you again, it will be the last time his eyes function properly!"

"No, Jim, stop it!" said Violet anxiously. She definitely didn't want this to escalate, and part of her desperately hoped Lucky would not discover the truth about her and Jimmy before she could break things off with him herself. Now that things had come to this, all she could do was tell him that she wanted a divorce. "I'll speak with him on my own, okay? I'll make sure he knows that I am no longer something he can dream of obtaining."

"You had better, Violet. For if you don't, then I will," spat Jim Mercury furiously. Violet said some more soothing words, and then returned to her morning exercises. However, her body suddenly shook, and she felt like someone's gaze had just left her. Violet suddenly grew horrified. Merely, she wasn't brave enough to turn around again. Behind them, Kenneth Royale smiled evilly as his thoughts changed after witnessing that little lover's quarrel. Unlike Lucky, Kenneth had already managed to break through to the eighth level of the Hardbody Mystic Stage. After eavesdropping on this juicy conversation, he formed a conspiracy. 

Maybe he would have another method to deal with that waste, Kasino.

Merely, if Kenneth was able to overhear, then how could any of this escape the perception of Lucky Riot? He had been zoned in on Violet since he first noticed her. His perceptive force had grown powerful enough to reflect smells, sounds, and the general outline of the surroundings for 50 meters around himself. The perception was only clearer if he focused on a target, and the range also doubled.

Although he couldn't hear everything clearly, he had heard enough to understand the situation. Lucky grumbled and sucked his teeth, "So it turns out you were so cheap, tch."

Lucky felt a bit hurt, but he wasn't so torn up about it. After all, this was a marriage set up by his step father, whom he hated. If it weren't for Violet being so beautiful and pleasant as a friend, Lucky would have never trusted her even for a second. It seems he should never have done so at all.

Lucky reminded himself to never let a pretty face lead him astray. After learning what Amenophis had told him about Marc Raizen, he could only label this chick as a double agent. Lucky decided to trust nothing that had anything to do with his step-father. It was likely all a trap to destroy himself. Even the love of his life, his own mother, was now in question until further investigation. After all, she married the creep and has been with him Lucky's entire life. They even had a child together!

This was not a sensible decision. Therefore, Lucky had to assume that this woman might have lost her right mind at some point.

"To think, I almost let myself get caught up in infatuation," Lucky felt disdain for himself of ten minutes ago. He turned toward the voice of the loudest cheer and looked at Margot Frenzy. She currently yelled in excitement like a freak, in his honor, and a smile crept onto Lucky's face. He actually felt quite warm. So what if the purple chick was loose? He still had genuine friends, and newfound love to call his own. Lucky decided to look for Bravo later to reconcile their differences.

After all, they were going to be family eventually. After the other night, Margot Frenzy already belonged to Lucky Riot in mind and body.

This smile of Lucky's actually dazzled a few of the girls in the surroundings, and Maggie was no exception. She blushed and turned away, seeing the heat in her man's gaze.

"Oh wow…" said a tall female warrior with a magnificent physique and attractive features, "I think… I'm falling for him."

"No way, Rhonda, weren't you just calling him a waste?" said one of her admirers despairingly. He was a short young man with broad shoulders and blonde hair, wearing an expensive-looking helmet. He sounded utterly unsatisfied as he spat in contempt, "That kid has a little skill, I'll admit that. However, I believe that it was Curtis underestimating the opposition that led to his downfall, more so than this kid's prowess or anything else. He's tough, but could he be as tough as us who have spent years in the Advanced Academy?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, Timmy… do you think yourself stronger than that new guy with the dreads?" said Rhonda Nottingham with a sparkle in her eyes. However, she suddenly caught a chill. 

It felt like a fierce beast lurked nearby. 

When she turned her head, she saw Margot Frenzy staring daggers at her, making a cold sweat appear on her back. However, she still let her gaze, which contained a particular heat, return to that ever so handsome brown boy on the platform. His prowess in the previous fight had even made her sticky, "I made a mistake before… and you're making the same one now. He's not normal. At least I wouldn't be able to defeat Liverpool in such an imposing and effortless manner. What was that attack again? Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves, or something? Such style! I wonder where he learned such a technique? Could he really be a noble disguised as a commoner? No commoner can fight like that!"

"Tch," Timothy Casque sucked his teeth in indignation, before replying in his mind, "If I manage to break through to the eighth level, what will he even count as?"

Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud. Breaking through to the eighth level from seventh was almost equivalent to traversing two levels instead of one. If a warrior with a seventh level Hard Body had double the strength of a sixth level practitioner, then an eighth level hard body's power increased by at least 3.5 from the seventh level!

All of this was due to one reason alone. Mystic essence strength! Once at the eighth level, a Hard Body Stage practitioner would be able to release mystical essence from their bodies in different forms. For a magus is this would be refined into magic power or mana. For a warrior, it was refined into natural force, also called qi! This was the fundamental stage for all warriors because, after the eighth level of the Hardbody realm, the journey of mystic artists truly began!

Anyone under the eighth level simply didn't understand the outside world at all. Unless they hailed from prominent families that were willing to instruct them on these things.

Lucky Riot remained unaware of these few ogling girls' antics, and even less aware that he had another jealous sap painting a target on his back. After his thoughts of Maggie passed, so did his near dazzling smile. His face returned to the picture of indifference. The radiance of said smile already stunned many people, including those who may have previously known Lucky.

After all, his genuine smiling face from before was not something this young man showed very easily. It could be said to be as rare as seeing a purple unicorn with a platinum horn.

"Instructor, don't you want to announce the results?" Called out Margot Frenzy, annoyed with all the female warriors that kept ogling Lucky, and the males who looked on spitefully. At this point, she just wanted him to descend from the platform, or she would have to go up!

What is a Mystic Pharaoh?

A shining light within the most bottomless abyss?

A beacon of strength in the face of calamity?

A warrior unrestrained by the physical plane, standing united with the natural elements?

All races worship the Celestial Pharaohs as the gods among ants.

Until the day the smallest and weakest of the ants rose up in resistance!

In the Magi Era, humanity has discovered the wonders of magic! This brought humans, the race once thought to be the weakest existence, to the peak of competition with the universe's strongest races!

Unfortunately, not everyone can be in that competition. Even though Lucky Riot spent his whole life being looked down on, he still never looked down on himself. He knew he was destined to eclipse the glory of all others!

It was what Lucky was born to do.

In an age where humanity has discovered the secrets of the universe or the ability to utilize origin energy, becoming magi is the only way to earn respect! However, Lucky seems to have zero talent in cultivating! Of course, that was all before the day he punched a hole into someone's face!

"Should I yield due to someone claiming their birth is nobler than my own? No! If they say I can not have her, I will make her mine regardless! If they consider me slow, I will outpace them! If they consider me a minor character, I will outgrow them! If they say I am inferior, I will simply surpass them! Who will stop me then?"

Join Lucky as he awakens the power that sleeps within and discovers the ever-changing world of the mystics!

Seating herself at a table at the corner of the cabin, Debbie sighted the dark, velvety skies studded with diamonds. Accompanied by the sounds of waves crashing upon the surface of the water as she dined upon exquisite snacks, her mood lifted. A gust of the cold, sea breeze blew and kissed her skin. As much as she loved the sensation, Debbie stood up and proceeded to put the window to a tight shut. They all had exited the clothing store with haste, failing to notice that her wrap had been left behind. Fortunately, there was heating in the cabins. Otherwise, she had to think of surviving a possible frostbite.


Only accompanied by her shadow, Debbie waited and waited, indulging herself with delicious food. Not once did it bother her that the party hadn't started. Dealing with boredom was simple.  


Reveling in eating snacks, Debbie felt her throat grow torrid. She went to fetch herself a beverage and overheard a conversation regarding the Lu family. Apparently, they were looking forward to the arrival of an esteemed guest, without whose presence, the party would never start nor the boat sail.  


Silence shattered. All women shuffled to the door in furor, but the same couldn't be applied to Debbie as she remained seated and eyeballed the scene.  


All the women seemed to belong in well-heeled families. A big thrill was apparent on everyone's face, but their refinement kept them from shrieking.  


Within half a minute, Debbie finally knew the source of their excitement.  


The food section was stationed higher than the others, enabling her to have a view of the commotion at the door clearly. It was him. None other than her husband. The richest bachelor in Y City, they referred to him as, since few people in the city knew about their marriage.  


The revered guest the Lu family and all the others had been waiting for had finally shown his face. In the moment Carlos showed up, the boat blew its horns, departing to sail the sea. The festivities commenced.  


Despite possessing such a rowdy personality, Debbie knew when to steer out of trouble.  


It was never her wish to instigate conflict with Carlos, especially in public. But, the petty man himself had been testing her patience. Just like that, Debbie avoided him like a plague.  


Carlos and his date graced the floor by having the first dance. All had eyes on the two, dreamily sighing as they took in the view except for Debbie as she sneered. The woman was unforgettable for her as she had insulted her at the mall just a few days ago.  


And there was another couple. 'Wait…' Debbie observed the couple closely. 'Is that the principal? Curtis Lu?' Briskly shaking her head, Debbie debated if she was seeing right, especially with the amount of food and beverages she had consumed.  


Realization struck her mind. She folded her arms. 'Duh, it's a party thrown by his family. Of course, he'd be here.' In a chocolate brown dress, Curtis' date looked chic and stunning.  


First dance over, claps and cheers echoed throughout the cabin. Even Debbie herself clapped, but solely for Curtis and his date.  


The crowd dispersed to seize their favorite activities. People gathered here and there while some remained in the cabin or on the deck. They drank, cheered, spoke, and laughed merrily. All seemed happy.  


However, wise people could see that most people just shared shallow, meaningless things to one another. Sure they could exchange greetings, be polite, sing and dance, as well as share drinks. But, all of this had no substance because none of them would share their genuine thoughts.  


As for Debbie's friend Jared who she had come with, she saw him succeed in picking up two girls and flirt with them.  



A short sigh escaped her lips after she had shaken her head. Hunger sated, Debbie decided to stroll around the deck and savor the view nature offered.  


The deck was rather crowded. When the wind gusted, she felt the cold sting her skin. It was frigid outside.  


Heading for the cabin with the intentions of borrowing Jared's jacket, she came to a full stop when she saw how intimate he and one of the girls he had flirted with were as he leaned forward for a kiss. Unable to press on with her own intentions, Debbie turned back.  


Leaning against the rails, gazing at the sea, she snickered, 'Jared is a guy after all. I shouldn't be so surprised. Men are considered to be powerless in front of alluring women.'  


An unwelcoming thought perturbed her. 'If I looked ugly… would Jared still want to be my friend?'  


"Debbie?" a gentle voice called out, breaking her line of thought.  


Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ears, she turned towards the voice. It was Curtis. "Good evening, Mr. Lu,"  she greeted politely as he had been with her.  


Acting tough or authoritative never worked on Debbie. So far, she was fond of the way Curtis taught others, which was soft and gradual, just like his personality.  



Eyes falling upon Debbie's exposed skin, Curtis sighed as he took off his blazer and draped it on her shoulder.  


"It's cold out here. Why didn't you stay inside?" he asked.  


Warmth filled Debbie's body when she heard Curtis' earnest concern. "I ate way too much, so I came out here to make the food settle down my stomach for a bit." Accepting his gesture was something Debbie needed at the moment as she had been freezing in the cool sea breeze.  


"Oh, I see." Curtis looked amused at Debbie's response. "Did you come here with Jared?"    

"Yes."


"That lad's a player,"  he said as he rested his arms on the rails, looking out to the vast sea. "He left you as soon as he saw that pretty girl."  



"It's fine. He's single." Debbie tittered. "He has the right to be happy and date whoever he wants."  


The subject then changed. "Come. I want you to meet someone."  


"Eh? Who?" Debbie was lost at Curtis' words. Why would he want to introduce someone to her? Did he treat everyone so nicely? Or was it just her?  


Instead of offering a response, Curtis stretched out his hand, embodying chivalry. There was not much of a choice. In resignation, Debbie agreed and followed him back to the cabin.    

Inside the Food Section    

There were three people Curtis had led Debbie to: Carlos, Olga, and that woman who had shared a dance with Curtis. The sight of the first two made her stomach churn.


'Carlos? Are you kidding me?'  


While Curtis had greeted the three urbanely, his friend Carlos cast sharp glares that could be mistaken for daggers. Every second was torment. Anger welled up inside Debbie's body, taking shape of a bomb that was ticking, ready to explode. Without a word, she turned to leave, but Curtis outstretched his hand and prevented her from progressing. "Debbie, this is Carlos Huo, my good buddy. This is Olga Mi, his date. And this is my girlfriend, Colleen Song." Adjusting his glance to Colleen Song, he smiled. "Colleen, this is Debbie Nian."


Put on the spot, Debbie inwardly sighed before turning around to face Colleen Song. Ignoring the other two, she sauntered to her and beamed. "Hi, Colleen. It's nice to meet you." Numerous questions rushed into her mind. In no way were Debbie and Curtis close, so why did he want her to meet his girlfriend? To add, they had never even talked except at school before. Nothing made sense.  


Tenderly taking Debbie's hand, Colleen Song smiled delicately. "Hi, Debbie. I've heard so much about you. You are so beautiful." Unknowing how to react to the compliments thrown unto her, Debbie turned tight lipped and just focused on Colleen Song's voice, which was soft and mellow.  


"We're friends now, so if you ever need anything, just ask, okay?" 


Never did Debbie expect to be flattered to this extent. Both girls had smiles, sharing the tender moment until a voice shattered it into nothingness. "Colleen, you must remember, not anyone can be a friend. You need to open your eyes and don't be fooled by the surface as a putrid soul may like within." 


Both Colleen Song and Curtis looked at Carlos, aghast. Curtis had anticipated that they might not be pleased to see each other, but this was belligerent. 


Even with Carlos' contempt against women, he had never uttered degrading words to any woman as there was no need to. When a woman came on too strong and struck against him like gum underneath a shoe, a simple sentence uttered from his lips could bring forth hell. 


'What's this all about? Is this because of what Debbie said I the video?' Curtis pondered to himself, trying to understand the situation. 


While Debbie tried to remain her composure and avoid trouble, that man decided to pour fuel to the fire. The bomb exploded. 'Enough is enough!' 


Snatching the wine glass from Olga's hand, barren of hesitancy, Debbie threw the wine in Carlos' face. "Debbie!" Curtis was a tad late from preventing a scene. 


Gaps filled the air as they saw Carlos soaked in wine. Uncontrollable chatter ensured, speaking I'll of Debbie. 


"Oh my God!" "Goodness! What has gotten into that woman?!" "What audacity she has to disgrace Mr. Huo's face with wine!" 


"She's out of her mind!" 


"Just wait and see. She is as good as dead!" 


"There's no way Mr. Huo's taking this lightly."

"Drive this woman out!"

"Throw this woman into the sea!"


When he doesn't know Debbie Nian's true identify, Carlos Huo cold-shoulders her. 

"Mr Huo, she is your wife." Carlos secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
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This is not my work

The originality goes to Miss Bai Cha

The sudden encounter with a goddess leaves Jun blessed with unbelievable power. However, he was supposed to have it in another world, and the accident leaves his world in a state of chaos.

Goddess: It's all your fault! You were supposed to click the pop-up!

Jun: You wanted me to click on a weird pop up that suddenly came out of nowhere on my computer?

Goddess: YES?!

Jun: What do I look like? An idiot?

Goddess: #$%@&*#$

The next day the whole land of Bonelake was experiencing rain. The rain wasn't pouring heavily but it was slow, wetting the ground and making it muddy as hours passed by since it began. The warm sun and atmosphere were now replaced with the dull weather and even in such condition, the mansion had received an invitation to attend a party which was held by one of the reputed and well-known families in the empire of Bonelake.
Along with the Lord and his cousin who were going to the invitation destination, Heidi was asked to attend as well as she was the future possible wife of Warren Lawson. She was in her room getting ready with a maid helping her dress up in an expensive dress. As she held the bedpost the maid pulled her dress strings from behind making her hands tighten around the wood she held on to. Every time the maid pulled the string it caused her breath to come out in shallow gasps. Unlike for the one whom this dress was made for her body didn't fit in perfectly and therefore she could do nothing but bear with it for now as it was her first week in the mansion and the clothes which were promised to be sent were yet to reach, which she doubted her family would do.
"Please stand still Ms. Curtis," the maid requested her politely when Heidi jolted back.
"Yes," she replied back, holding the bedpost more securely, "It has been raining since last night," she looked outside the double doors which led to the balcony.
"The Bonelake empire is often subjected to rains and it never starts and stops with a light drizzle. Is it true that the north empire is nothing but warm and sunny?" The maid asked her curiously.
"It is," Heidi confirmed, "Long rains like these are very rare, maybe just during the season but never too much."
"Never?" the maid had a surprise in her voice.
"Never. Though I have to say sometimes the summer turns unbearable and it is worse than standing in front of a hot pot. But it is a good place." she said, remembering the fond memories she had built with her mother. Before her mother passed away, their family would go out with food baskets to sit in the forest enjoying the sunlight and serenity of the land along with the shade that was provided by the tall, wide trees. They didn't do anything special but it was one of her favorite memory.
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The maid twisted around the strings at the back of her dress before making a small bow at the end. When the maid left the room, she took sufficient amount of air into her lungs to breath as once she would leave this room she would have to behave like a proper lady, a lady who met the high social standards and a lady who was used to such clothes which she considered to be a torture. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep a calm demeanor while she was surrounded by highly classified vampires.
As she stood there facing the open window and taking deep breaths, she heard the butler arrive at the door.
"Ms. Curtis, the Lord requests your presence at the entrance of the hall if you are ready to leave." Turning around, she nodded before walking across the room, noticing something amiss the butler asked, "Is everything alright Ms?"
"How can one wear such tight clothes," Heidi huffed for air, trying to walk as elegantly as she could.
It was then that the butler realized she was walking too stiff like a rock being moved. On his master's orders, he had provided her with clothes that were usually kept for the female guests who arrived at the mansion and being the butler he should have known that the girl in front of him would not fit in them after all she didn't share similar frame like the vampiress or the humans from the elite class.
"Would you like me to look for another dress which would fit..better?" he asked.
Heidi shook her head refusing the offer, "That's alright. I should be able to survive for a few hours. How long do you think it is going to be before we return?" she inquired looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Two to three hours."
"I have turned fat," Heidi muttered under her breath embarrassed feeling the tightness of her dress around her bosom and waist. The maid had done a decent job in helping her with her hair and getting her into the dress.
"I would say healthy," the butler consoled her with his words as they descended down the stairs, "I know an excellent tailor in the furthest town from here, who is an expert when it comes to making dresses. I will talk to master about it so we can go there once the rain stops."
"Thank you, Stan," the butler waved his hand.
"It is my job, Ms. Curtis. You don't have to be thankful for it," he said walking behind her, "If you take a little amount of breaths of air it should be manageable instead of the long ones. Deep breaths will only make it evident," he whispered as they reached where the Lord of Bonelake and his cousin Warren stood.
The Lord gave her one look before he walked out to where the carriage was.
"You look beautiful," Warren gave her a monotone compliment when she went to stand next to him, the compliment which he was used to giving to women. Murmuring a thanks Heidi stepped into the carriage to sit opposite to the Lord.
Her hands holding one another on her lap, she sat quietly listening to the Lord and Warren speak to each other. Most of the time, she found herself not able to peg a thought on it because she had no knowledge to speak about it. The world she had stepped into was a stark contrast from where she had come. Like the sun and moon. She was here to uphold the truce which was proposed and with that thought, she consoled herself to drive away from the anxiousness. It wouldn't matter where she came from. Time and again, she tried to convince herself to accept the path she was asked to walk on.
Glancing towards Warren she found him sitting straight which enhanced the existing height of his body, his smooth grey hair was swept across his forehead. As most of the vampires she had come across, he was no less when it came to appearance. Like the Lord, he had soft features but his eyes were dull red while the Lord's eyes were dark. Talking about the Lord, Heidi turned her gaze towards the person in front of her.
Even with the cloudy sky, Heidi saw his hair was more of a brown and few edges from where she sat looked golden brown. Staying in the mansion she had often found him with an unkempt hair but now he had combed the entire amount of hair back, not leaving even a single strand on his forehead. 
As neat as his hair was kept in poise he had left the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned over the cloak, letting a small peak of his muscles. His lips wore a small smile which only grew in time, his eyes drifted to her and she realized he had caught her staring. Like a secret contest of not wanting to lose she didn't look away and neither did he, both of them staring at each other. Soon Heidi's sight wavered, her eyes pricking with the need to blink before tears would start spilling out. Warren who had only noticed them staring spoke, "Are you trying to steal my fiance, Nick," Warren asked him humor in his voice.
"Maybe I will," Seeing the mirth in the Lord's eyes Heidi broke her gaze away from him to look down at her fingers that were now locked.


[Year 1847]

When the Lord took a step forward, she took a step back. Taking a gulp she said, "You know, what you're doing can be considered as terrorizing."

"Well, I call it persuading."

"I believe you aren't using the right wordbook, milord."

"You didn't answer my question," the Lord was too persistent, thought Heidi to herself. It didn't look like he would let it go.

The year 1847

Heidi was an adopted child, where one of the Duke had been generous enough to take her in.  A girl, who when grew up had no idea that she would be the political bridge between the two empires. A marriage with the East Lord's relative.

Lord Nicholas with his gentle appearance and behaviour made him the White King of the Empire. A man who was the kindest to the souls around him, with only a few who knew what laid beneath that beautiful mask. What happens when a girl is responsible for bringing out the worst and the best out of him? Especially when it's his cousin's fiancee.

As the world had changed to accept mana as part of itself, so did animals.

In every aspect, in fact, even better than humans did. 

Whist humans spent years struggling to incorporate it into the cage that was society and technology. Their close proximity to nature allowed them to adapt almost as soon as it did, leaping ahead while the more intelligent primates stagnated in trying to preserve their old ways and comforts.

Humans, as egotistical and completely unimaginative as they were, simply dubbed these things Evolved Beasts.

But these things were anything but what their new titles suggested of them.

As whether human kind were to accept it or not, the world was now ruled by these beast.

Leaving but small patches of the planet for humans to survive in.

Curtis however, was not alarmed when this one closed in on Tasha.

Patched brown hues cascaded down its plumage, fading out to a light orange belly.

When one heard it's name, they would assume that it exuded a certain radiance from its visage.

But they'd find themselves quite disconcerted if they saw it face to face.

Because that Grand title that preceded the name of its species did not so much refer to a majestic visage, so much as it referred to the other meaning of the word.

Right as it fluttered over, clawed feet tapping in the ground and it's head cocked up, Curtis could spot the tell-tale characteristic of this creature.

More specifically referring to how, in the middle of its head, where its face should be, there was a space that was bereft of any feathers.

Creating a patch around its beak and eyes made of its bare wrinkled skin that resembled those on the face of an elderly.

This feature made it quite intimidating to look at, and for a time, actually scared quite a few people.

That was until some others did a research which connected its lineage to that of the domestic pigeon.

Who's only point of terror was its accuracy in hitting the unassuming person with a rain of its rear discharge.

It's evolved version did much of the same thing. 

Except that with it becoming in tuned with mana, those discharges could not be washed off ones vehicle unless one used industrial acid.

And if one were ever to accidentally get hit by it on their hair, it wouldn't just end with an unpleasant visit to the washroom but an unpleasant one to the emergency room.

This didn't exactly mean that there was no threat from it. If disturbed it had the ability to shoot the things it usually shot backwards... forwards.

Both of which were extremely dangerous to a person's well-being almost as much as they were disgusting.

But it was quite the docile creature in general.

Much like its original counter parts, it gathered towards people who offered it some food.

It used to be bread, but now that Curtis zoomed in on him, she saw that it was looking at a piece of white meat that was pinched between Tasha's thumb and index finger.

Coming closer, it gave the piece a test peck of sorts, checking out if there was anything wrong with it.

Seeing that nothing happened, the Grand Pigeon came closer once more before repeating the process.

Only after the third time did it seem comfortable enough to tear off a piece from between Tasha's fingers.

Jerking its head upwards so that the piece would jump up and fall down into its wide open beak and welcoming throat.

All the while, Tasha's hand shifted lower and lower until he placed the piece on the ground and let it draw even nearer to show he didn't mean any hostilities and was offering the piece to it.

It only tilted its head twice while looking at Tasha before advancing on the piece, neck bent downwards to reach for it.

Now Tasha's hand reached out above its lowered head, which made it jerk back a little before it felt Tasha gently stroke it from between its wings, down its neck and up its head.

Curtis stayed at the side line, jaw open and amazed by the scene.

She'd seen a lot of people do things, but she'd never seen an evolved beast, including the docile ones, come to any person so easily.

She couldn't tear her eyes off the serene interaction between boy and nature.

Which lasted about 5 seconds.

The next thing she saw was his hands blur around its neck and the conclusion in which it became bent at an angle she wasn't sure it was supposed to be able to bend at.

She, like the bird was frozen for a moment, unable to figure out what the heck had just happened.

The bird being the recipient of the action, figured it out first.

It's body went from standing, to sprawled in a weird shape as it spasmed uncontrollably.

It's feathers flying about as it thrashed on the ground.

It's discharge came a little late. Though probably not in the form of an unfortunate incident or attack, but in that of a life form having to come to terms with its very sudden and painful mortality.

It stopped twitching a few minutes later, finally relenting to this cruel turn of events.

Curtis who stood inside was still trying to make sense of it.

He slid the door open and walked in as if nothing had happened.

All the while her eyes never left the bird, from when it stopped moving, to it being picked up... and even now as it moved through her apartment in his hands.

She forced a smile onto her face as she tried her best to say, "Whatcha got there... Buddy?"

He stopped, looked at the table and looked up at her in wonder, as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world, just before he answered in the same indifferent tone he always had.

"Breakfast"

"Umm..." somehow she found herself nodding to his matter of fact tone while uttering this statement.

Tasha seeing that she was somewhat satisfied with the answer entered the kitchen quickly.

Curtis simply sat down in the table, with her smile still stuck on her face.

At some point just now, she'd come to understand something.

She should really stop being surprised so much.

Honestly, with all she'd found out in the last few days, a little thing like how he killed that bird so simply and so emotionlessly was one of the more normal things she'd found out about him anyway.

She figured that if this was what life would have in store from now on, she might as well be more open minded... at the very least it'd save her heart from going through unnecessary spikes of cardio from time to time.

As she picked up a piece of the poultry which was going from hot to warm in front of her, she noticed the little piece which was torn off before she got here.

She wasn't sure why, but she began to wonder where it went.

Thinking back about the meat Tasha was baiting that pigeon with.

The puzzle and it's piece was right there in front of her, but something still unsettled her heart.

Like something was missing.

She looked around and spotted the trash can near the kitchen door.

Shuffling towards it, sweat began to drip down her forehead.

Looking inside, she figured out what she'd been trying to find out.

Right there, in the center of a very clean trash can, was the head of another Grand Pigeon.

In her mind, that kid morphed into a semblance of Johnny Depp in Sweeney Todd the demon barber to the Pigeons.

Luring them in with the flesh of their own kind, cooking them to perfection and restarting the cycle over and over again.

...

Despite knowing how the meal was caught, she finished breakfast without much problem aside from when she tried to swallow her food.

Tasha sat on the other side and quietly and cleanly finished his food.

While he did so, she put her books on the table and slid it to him.

He looked down at the books and then up at her questioningly.

"Well since we want to enroll you, I thought it best if I helped you prepare for it..."

He continued to look at her without any signs of understanding, which confused her at first until she realized that she hadn't even told him anything they'd discussed about these past few days.

"...Got it?" She finished about 40 minutes later.

Still she was met with his blank stare.

She really wondered how those before her communicated with this kid.

"...great, ok so you gotta pick one and I'll help you form it today." She decided to just continue on.

Looking at both, he decided on the Sword-hand.

Sitting in front of Curtis, he began to focus on the mana being formed by his core.

Gathering it and solidifying it to form a ring around his core in the shape of the diagram laid out in the book.

Inch by inch it began to form the shapes of the runes inlaid between two lines.

But before he wasn't even a third of the way there, he found himself exhausted of mana.

It was a higher grade of ritual spell compared to the previous day's after all.

Expecting it to form as easily as the ones in the textbook was simply wishful thinking.

But this was exactly where Curtis came in, filling him up directly with her own mana.

Which was easier said than done.

Like a finger print, the mana inside each person's mana core was very specific to them.

They would absorb the mana from outside and filter it to enter their own core.

If she simply pushed all her mana in, he wouldn't be able to absorb anything at all as his core would reject it.

In the end it would just cause his mana core to bloat from all that it has absorbed excess and burst like a balloon.

For his core to accept it, she needed to push her mana out, mix it with a little of the world's mana and then supply it to him.

This was a method most big families used to help their youth grow faster. 

But the higher the ring's grade as well as the level they were tackling, the more taxing it became for the people helping.

Big families would have several Grand mages help in turns when one of their Apprentices wanted to form a ring.

Luckily since their levels were so far apart, it'd only last a minute at most before Tasha's ring began to form and filled to the brink with Curtis's mana

Contrary to her expectations however, it showed no signs of stopping after 1 and a half minutes.

Then 2.

Then 3.

She started becoming wondering after the 5th minute.

By the 10th minute she altogether cut the connection.

With how much she put in they could form a 5th Acolyte ring.

Checking inside him however, there wasn't a single ring in sight.

Tasha, a boy lacking what most others have, but in exchange he gains an ability no one else has and finds himself in the middle of the most powerful people in the world.

Picture edited, but not mine.

Arthur, a Rich businessman was kidnapped and tortured for months by men his wife hired. After months of this hell, he was given a second chance, a new life in a different world and, of course, Arthur would rather start a new life than stay and continue to be tortured, so he accepted the deal that was proposed by a mysterious individual, but when he finally was reincarnated, Arthur discovered he was a..... parasite?

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PS: Don't expect a kind MC who saves everyone but don't also expect a full anti-hero MC.
MC is a hypocrite, deal with it.

Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
———————
Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


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